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When from these lofty thoughts I woke,
She answered, soon as she the question heard, "A simple burthen, Sir, a little singing-bird."
And, thus continuing, she said,
I had a son, who many a day
In Denmark he was cast away:
And I have travelled weary miles to see
If aught which he had owned might still remain for me.
The bird and cage they both were his :
This singing-bird had gone with him;
He to a fellow-lodger's care
Had left it, to be watched and fed,
I found it when my son was dead;
And now, God help me for my little wit!
I bear it with me, Sir;-he took so much delight in it."
XVI. THE MARINER'S SONG.
"MORE than half my boys never saw the sea, and never were in London, and it is surprising how the first of these disadvantages interferes with their understanding much of the ancient poetry, while the other keeps the range of their ideas in an exceedingly narrow compass. Brought up myself in the Isle of Wight, amidst the bustle of soldiers and sailors, and familiar from a child with boats and ships, and the flags of half Europe, which gave me an instinctive acquaintance with geography, I quite marvel to find in what a state of ignorance boys are at seventeen or eighteen, who have lived all their days in inland country parishes or small country towns.”—Dr. Arnold.
A WET sheet and a flowing sea,
And fills the white and rustling sail,
And bends the gallant mast;
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
THE SHIP AT SEA.
O for a soft and gentle wind!
I heard a fair one cry;
But give to me the snoring breeze,
And white waves heaving high;
The good ship tight and free-
There's tempest in yon horned moon,
XVII. THE SHIP AT SEA.
"THAT a man, by merely measuring the moon's apparent distance from a star with a little portable instrument held in his hand, and applied to his eye, even with so unstable a footing as the deck of a ship, shall say positively, within five miles, where he is, on a boundless ocean, cannot but appear to persons ignorant of physical astronomy an approach to the miraculous. Yet, the alternatives of life and death, wealth and ruin, are daily and hourly staked with perfect confidence on these marvellous computations, which might almost seem to have been devised on purpose to show how closely the extremes of speculative refinement and practical utility can be brought to approximate."-Sir John Herschel.
A WHITE Sail gleaming on the flood,
Yet not alone;-on ocean's breast,
No! not alone;-her beauteous shade
And not alone;-for day and night
And not alone;-for hopes and fears,
And bright eyes watch, through gathering tears,
And prayers for her, at midnight lone,
And not alone;—with her bright dreams
And o'er its moan-earth's woods and streams,
When sweetly are her slumbers blest
And not alone;-for round her glow
"ALL work of man is like that of a swimmer, whom an ocean threatens to devour. If he front it bravely, behold how loyally it supports him, and bears him as its conqueror along! The winds had something else to do than to fill, rightly or wrongly, the sails of Columbus's cockle-boats. He was not among articulately speaking men, but among dumb monsters, tumbling and howling. Patiently he waited till the mad south-wester spent itself; with swift decision he struck in when the favouring east sprung up. Mutiny of men he sternly repressed. Complaint of weariness, weakness, or despondency in others, and in himself, he swallowed down. There was a depth of silence in him, deeper than the sea. His strong soul embraced and harnessed the unmeasured world."— Carlyle.
THY Soul was nerved with more than mortal force,
With none to second, none to solace thee.
Through the broad waste of waters drear and dark,
That having once thy venturous sails unfurled
"GIFTED by nature with undaunted courage, indomitable resolution, and undecaying energy, Nelson was also possessed of the eagle glance, the quick determination, and coolness in danger, which constitute the rarest qualities of a consummate commander. Generous, openhearted, and enthusiastic, the whole energies of his soul were concentrated in the love of his country; like the youth in Tacitus, he loved danger itself, not the rewards of courage; he was incessantly consumed by that passion for great achievements, that sacred fire which is the invariable characteristic of heroic minds. His soul was constantly striving for historic exploits; generosity and magnanimity in danger were so natural to him, that they arose unbidden on every occasion calculated to call them forth. On one occasion, during a violent storm off Minorca, Nelson's ship was disabled, and Captain Ball took his vessel in tow. Nelson thought, however, that Ball's ship would be lost if she kept her hold, and deeming his own case desperate, he seized the speaking-trumpet, and with passionate threats ordered Ball to set him loose. But Ball took his own trumpet, and in a solemn voice replied, I feel confident I can bring you in safe: I
therefore must not, and, by the help of Almighty God, I will not leave you.' What he promised he performed, and on arriving_in harbour, Nelson embraced him as his deliverer, and commenced a friendship which continued for life."-Alison's History of Europe. WELL hast thou done thy duty, gallant son; What truer fame can greet a mortal's ear Than duty's task heroically done?—
So are they hailed, who better crowns have won :
Man without pride, or hate, or fraud, or fear,
Thine was the generous heart, though gentle, brave,
A glorious life, an honourable grave,
TUPPER'S Ballads and Poems.
XX. LOOK ALOFT.
"ONE grand purpose the ocean is always promoting, and this is, that it kindles irresistably in every mind which views it, the emotion, and sentiment of sublimity, a feeling of vastness of extent and moving power, a perception of grandeur combined with the most attractive beauty, when its radiant waters are slumbering in the sunny calm; and of terrific majesty and awe, when the storm throws up its waves, and hurls their foaming masses with resistless fury, as if destruction was acting in a living form, and rustling determinedly to overwhelm us. Nothing more fully impresses man with a conviction of his personal helplessness and comparative feebleness, than the confronting him with the forces of surrounding nature; nor more compels him to feel, that power, infinitely greater than his own, is ever subsisting above and about him, to which he is completely subjected, and against which he is impotent to struggle. He may give this never-dying power what denomination he chooses; but it forces him, by the ocean tempest, by the aerial whirlwind, and by the appalling thunder, to feel the certainty of its existence, and the tremendous possibilities of its agency. If he be wise, he will recognise it as the herald and representative and proclaimer of the Deity himself, and as the sensorial proof that He exists, and reigns, and actuates, and providentially governs; for the more terrible the agitation of the winds and waves and lightning appear, and by their effects prove themselves to be, the more evidence they give to our eyesight and judgment, how speedily they would spread ruin and desolation through material nature, and over man's human world, if no superintending and controlling mind watched and limited their agency." Turner's Sacred History of the World.